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"Coming up is another round of only the best adult contemporary. You're listening to WBNY 99.1 FM."
Amy switched off her mic and took a sip from her university mug. Her supervisor gave her a thumbs up signaling she could take a break and exit the booth.
"Nice work, Santiago. After the break, you'll be taking requests."
Amy's shoulders slumped slightly. This was her least favorite part of the job. It never failed, for the past few weeks some moron had been calling in requesting ridiculous songs or asking for inappropriate love advice. Which Amy did not do. He called from a different number every time and was very good at using fake voices. Amy new it was the same guy every time because before she would politely hang up he would say in his apparent normal voice. "Dj it up! Santiago stylez."
Also his elaborate made up names were usually a big clue.
She wasn't sure if he was mocking her or was some sort of weird stalker fan. Either way, no one knew who he was and he was getting on her last nerves. Her roommate Kylie had suggested she quit if it bothered her so much. But really it wasn't his calls that annoyed her, mostly anyway. His request were funny, sometimes. And the plethora of characters he came up with were pretty entertaining for the usually boring late night disc jockeying. She had even gained more listeners who were there just for the new comedy hour.
What bothered her the most was that she couldn't figure out who it was. Amy hated not being able to figure something out.
The university's newspaper had done a segment on the mysterious prankster. A couple of people had come forward claiming the title. But Amy and a few of her dedicated listeners knew they were all fakes. The real culprit was still out there. Borrowing cell phones, hiding in phone booths.
Tonight was no different. As soon as she had settled back in her chair, adjusted her headphones, and announced she would be taking callers her set buzzed in. Amy mentally braced herself.
"Hi! Caller number one, you are on the air."
A deep nasally voice sounded through her headset. "Uh hey, big fan here. I was wondering if you could play a song for a special lady friend of mine?"
He seemed normal? Maybe her prank caller was busy tonight.
"Sure can. What's your name?"
"The names Alonzo Clutterbutt."
Or maybe not.
"And what is your friends name?" She asked dryly.
"Uh....Ashley.....San......Diego."
Amy rolled her eyes and was about to cut him off when her boss motioned to keep him on. With a heavy sigh she played along.
"And what song would you like me to play for "Ashley" tonight?"
"I was wondering if you could play the theme from "Die Hard 2?" The seriousness in his voice made the request all the more absurd. At least he wasn't asking for more High school musical songs.
"Sorry Al, you are out of luck. As I've frequently told my callers, we don't play movie soundtracks. Now, how about I pick one of my favorite songs for you?" She clicked <END CALL> just as he was saying "Dj it u..."
'You're so vain' started up as Amy took another drink of coffee. It was gonna be a long night.
A couple more songs in and another call came through. "Good evening, who am I talking with tonight?" Amy crossed her fingers for a normal person.
"I'd like to order an extra large meat supreme pizza."
<END CALL>
"Caller number two, what can I do for you tonight?"
Thankfully, the rest of Amy's night went undisturbed.